div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Jee-rodea advanced the telepathic throttle of her Arc-Steed while feeling the wind and surge of acceleration as the mechanical steed lurched forward, the telemetry of the "beast" racing through her mind. Struggling to ignore the crowd's thunderous applause as it echoed around the expansive stadium and hammered her ears. The royal family Hhuchvagus had bet heavily in Jee-Rodea's favor, adding stress to the already crushing pressure of bringing victory home to the continent of Pensilvian, for the first time in 257 years./div
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div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Becoming the first Arc-Steed Jockey in her family line and the first from Pensilvian to qualify, in over a quarter millenia, hadn't been an easy path. She hoped no further attempts on her life would be made, as she saw a knife in the boot of Gargolth, the Jockey to her left./div
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div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"She quickly made some telepathic adjustments to the efficiency of the Arc-Steed's drive system, tickling out a bit longer stride, hoping to pass Gargolth quickly and gain advantage toward winning the race. Her mount surged forward just as Gargolth cut her off, causing her to fear a collision and drop energy to the drive momentarily. It was enough to cost her half a steed-length. With frustration she edged left into Gargolth's former path and accelerated again, her steed-link registering an unwelcome increase in drive-line waste heat. She diagnosed the issue at the speed of thought, a coolant leek! "Who sabotaged her Arc-Steed?"/div
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div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Figure that out later Jee-rodea!" She told herself "work the problem Jockey!" Having planned for trouble she'd installed a leak stop unit, so her mind immediately ordered the injection of a leak plugging gel into the coolant system. Her Arc-Steed was definitely running hot but not yet redlined, as she closed in on the inner rail of the track and opened the throttle wide for the final stretch. Carefully maneuvering her mount between Gargolth and another competitor, she brushed against both, garnering angry glances, as she did so./div
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div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Soaking her sore muscles in her hotel room's hot tub that night, she drifted near sleep; thoughts coming slowly to her now relaxed mind. distantly understanding that her family would no longer live in want. She awed at the idea that she was embraced by a king and a queen gushing with pride and gratitude and representing a people now redeemed. But no joy or satisfaction engulfed her more fully than the memory of that warm embrace from her believing father, who'd supported her quest for as long as she had dreamt of being an Arc-Steed Jockey./div
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div dir="ltr" style="color: #1d2228; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"*This was actually written by my husband and I received permission to post it here. What-cha think?/div